I'm really enjoying this! Let me tell you about my great-aunt Minnie...
She was my father's aunt, already elderly when he knew her, and she was well-known for "seeing things." She and her husband lived in a very small, very old two-story farmhouse not far from where my father grew up, in an extremely isolated, rural part of Kentucky.
Aunt Minnie told my father about walking through the house at night and seeing a woman with long, long hair sitting on a windowsill in the stairwell, gazing out the window. The woman turned to Aunt Minnie and said, "Oh, what a night I've spent mourning."
Around the same time, Aunt Minnie had a terrible nightmare in which a baby was crawling up that same stairway, stopping occasionally to press his hands to the walls, and everywhere he touched, he left handprints of blood.
One night, Aunt Minnie and her husband had just gone to sleep in the downstairs room (it served as both living room and bedroom for them), and they both woke up at the same time. Standing at the foot of their bed was their four-year-old son, Herod Lee, his blond hair shining in the moonlight.
"Herod Lee," said his father, "get on up to bed now."
And from upstairs came their son's voice: "Daddy, I am
On the far wall, there had once been a door to the outside, but it been boarded shut and painted over long before Aunt Minnie and her husband had moved in. After gazing at the two of them a moment more, the moonlight boy walked across the room and through that spot in the wall, and was gone.